The Glory of Noxus

Chapter 210 Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia

"The Star of Dixiu!"

Disu is the third place among Qinglong’s seven places.

For the chest of the blue dragon, everything is clear in the heart.

The dragon's breast is the central vital part of the dragon, the most important part.

Huo Jixing looked at the third star hanging in the boundless starry sky, and faintly saw the body of a green dragon swinging like a long snake, with a unicorn head and a carp tail.

The star of Di is located in the front half of the body, and is slightly dimmed by the stars.

"Light up Disu!"

Huo Jixing stared at Disu, and his consciousness flashed.

The dancing blue essence turned into a torrent of data, like a sword reaching the sky, accurately hitting the star of Dixiu.

In an instant!

The turquoise light is like dazzling sunlight, eroding the starry sky and driving away the darkness.

Looking at Huojixing from a distance, the Kangxiu star that was shining brightly before and the Dixiu star that is now shining, seem to be two suns in the sky, which makes people unable to open their eyes.

It was also at this time that vague information appeared in Huo Jixing's consciousness.

Di Su, main rainwater, mountains, forests and vegetation.

"It's really the wind and rain." Huo Jixing whispered softly.

Kangsu and Disu, which are lit this time, bring the natural abilities of strong wind and rain respectively.

He was full of thoughts and became very interested.

Looking around at the boundless starry sky, Huo Jixing summoned up the energy of Donghua Yimu in his body and exhaled softly in front of him.

A strong wind arose.

The clothes that were blown so vividly began to sway.

Then, drops of rain fell in front of him out of thin air.

It was like a rain curtain, blocking the view.

Seeing this, Huo Jixing laughed softly.

As he put more effort into it, the wind became more violent, causing rain to slap in the air.

After a period of time.

Huo Jixing discovered that Yimu's energy in Donghua seemed to be slowly consuming.

However, as soon as it was consumed, the blood of Nanli Fire in the body quickly decomposed and turned into wisps of Donghua Yimu Qi for replenishment.

“They complement each other!”

Huo Jixing carefully experienced the changes that lit up the Qinglong constellation.

Then he looked at the data panel.

In the talent, the green light representing [Star Spirit·Blue Dragon] becomes more and more intense.

"Indeed"

Huo Jixing noticed the four basic attributes on the data panel and frowned slightly.

[Name: Huo Jixing]

【Quality: 190】

【Strength: 19.05】

[Physique: 19.09]

[Agility: 19.10]

【Spirit: 19.80】

[Skills: Conquer the Grandmaster, Survive in the Wilderness, Look Inside Yourself, and Have a Photographic Memory]

[Talent: Star Spirit·Suzaku Stance, Star Spirit·Blue Dragon]

"All four attributes are stuck before 20 points?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flickered, doubts rising in his heart.

"Have the physical and mental bonuses also disappeared?"

He noticed that the rune bonus that had always existed before disappeared at this moment.

Huo Jixing raised his eyebrows and immediately exited the data panel and returned to the real world.

Then he lowered his head and took out the necklace hanging from his neck, reached out to touch the red crystal and blue crystal, and could feel the presence of runic energy.

But why does the bonus not exist? Is it because the level of their runic power is too low?

Huo Jixing's heart moved. He had vaguely guessed it before.

After the four basic attributes reach 20 points, you may enter the legendary realm.

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"Legend, is it so difficult to overcome?"

This time he lit up two Azure Dragons in a row, but the attribute values ​​were still stuck at 20 points.

"Legends may really involve changes in the level of life."

Huo Jixing's thoughts surged, thinking of Swain and Vladimir, as well as his previous encounters with the eternal nightmare Nocturne and the demon clown Shaco.

They definitely tread into legendary territory.

Even the latter two have powers beyond legend.

Especially at Nocturne's life level, the remaining demonic power has not been eradicated for hundreds of years.

"But I haven't set foot in the legend yet, and the runic energy of the red crystal and blue crystal can no longer act on my body."

Huo Jixing was slightly agitated.

Countless doubts arose in my heart, but I could never find the answer.

He looked at the remaining 190 points of essence, as well as the red crystal and blue water in his hand, and hesitated whether to directly decompose them to improve the four basic attributes.

"call!"

Huo Jixing suppressed the many emotions in his heart and calmed down.

"There's no rush yet!"

He could feel the fire of Nanli and the energy of Donghua Yimu in his body, slowly changing his body.

Although it is extremely slow, it is still working towards 20 attribute points.

The most important thing is that he is now in the capital of Demacia.

If the basic attribute exceeds 20 points and causes unknown changes, the position will be directly exposed.

"Wait a minute, maybe there is still a chance to transform?"

Huo Jixing looked at the spiritual attribute that was almost approaching the boundary of legend, closed his eyes, and entered the state of "Inside View of the Body".

He began to carefully appreciate the physical changes brought about by lighting up the Qinglong Constellation.

The central area of ​​Xiongdu, Castle of Dawn.

Wearing a golden robe, Prince Jarvan IV of Demacia sat behind his desk, processing the intelligence information submitted by the demon-seeking army.

Prince Jarvan is young and mature, and is deeply loved by Jarvan III.

But it is this father's love that makes the current Prince Jiawen just want to find the murderer of his father. He does not care about other state affairs and leaves them all to the Parliament.

Suddenly!

The white stone ball placed in front of Prince Jiawen began to tremble slightly, a flash of green light flashed, and then disappeared immediately.

"Huh? A legendary transcendent has set foot in the capital?"

Prince Jiawen looked horrified and immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at the white stone ball.

But when I think about it carefully, something is wrong.

If a legendary transcendent sets foot in the capital, why hasn't the Lightbringer Temple raised an alarm?

"Is it an accident, or is there a supernatural being approaching the legend?"

Prince Jiawen's eyes fell on the calm white ball of light, and many thoughts came to his mind.

dong dong!dong dong!

There was a rapid knock on the door.

Prince Jiawen looked at the golden wooden door, his eyes calm and his expression solemn.

"Come in!"

A palace guard wearing silver armor walked in quickly, saluted and spoke.

"Your Highness, Lord Xin Zhao requests an audience."

Prince Jiawen said nothing, but his breathing became heavier and his calm eyes were bloodshot.

He had lost count of how many times Zhao Xin came over to ask for an audience.

But it was an answer every time.

Refuse!

Because Xin Zhao, as the steward of Demacia, left Dawn Castle when his father was assassinated.

He couldn't understand it and was somewhat evasive about it.

Because Xin Zhao is his uncle.

The atmosphere was slightly silent, and the bright yellow candlelight flickered, pulling out the figure of Prince Jiawen.

It also made the waiting palace guards sweat.

"Let him in!"

A deep voice like a lion sounded.

The palace guard immediately turned around and left, walking quickly towards the door.

In the dim night sky, the moonlight like flowing water shines on the ceiling beams and eaves of the capital.

Xin Zhao stood silently outside the study, looking slightly tired.

His cloak was scorched and stained with blood, and his silver armor was full of dents and scratches.

A few strands of hair slipped out of the bun on his head and hung in front of his face. The steel-like gray strands no longer had the black luster of their youth.

If it is during weekdays.

Xin Zhao was long overdue a freshening up and getting rid of the smell of blood, sweat, and fire.

But for this period of time, he has been plagued by inner self-blame and has no time to care.

Da da! Da da! Da da!

Rapid footsteps sounded.

Zhao Xin heard the news and went to see the palace guards coming in a hurry, bringing the only good news. "Lord Xin Zhao, His Highness the Prince wants you to go in and see him."

Xin Zhao looked startled, then realized what he was doing, walked over the stone steps, and entered the familiar study.

The study is simple and solemn, with walls made of dark gray stone.

The bookshelves on both sides are neatly arranged with classic books, ranging from history, philosophy to literature.

In the center of the study is a large desk, which is lit by bright yellow and soft candlelight.

Xin Zhao looked at everything in front of him, his expression slightly dazed.

"I should have done this a long time ago." Jarvan III said without raising his head.

He was sitting at the table writing a letter, and every stroke of his quill was a stab in anger.

His brush strokes are like fierce artillery fire.

It's rare to see a king so emotionally exposed.

"Your Majesty?" Xin Zhao said.

"We are too stubborn about the things we fear," Jarvan III still did not raise his head, but temporarily stopped writing angrily.

"We were too stupid, I was too stupid. In order to protect ourselves, we personally created the enemy we fear most."

"Excuse my ignorance, Your Majesty," Xin Zhao said.

Jarvan III stopped writing.

This was the first time Xin Zhao raised his head since he entered the door.

At that moment, he suddenly looked much older.

Their foreheads are covered with grooves, their beards and hair have long been gray, and neither of them is young anymore.

"I blame myself," Jarvan III said.

His eyes drifted into the empty distance: "I gave them too much power."

"I have always had doubts about this matter, but they fought hard and had the support of the parliament."

"Now, I see my mistake, my oversight. I want to issue an order to order the demon searchers to suspend the search."

"Ugh!"

Jarvan III lowered his head, read his letter, and let out a painful sigh.

"If I had had the courage, perhaps today's disaster could have been avoided."

Jarvan III signed the letter, then dropped melted royal blue wax on the side and stamped his seal.

He blew on the seal, then lifted the letter paper and shook it gently to let the wax cool down as quickly as possible.

After the wax seal solidified, Jarvan III rolled up the oracle, stuffed it into a white hard leather tube, and sealed the lid tightly.

He handed the cylinder to his steward.

Xin Zhao didn't speak or move. He just looked at the letterbox handed over by the king without reaching out to receive it.

Jarvan III raised his eyebrows, and Xin Zhao had no choice but to accept it.

"Do you want me to give this to the messenger, Your Majesty?" Xin Zhao asked.

"No." Jiawen III said in a solemn voice.

"You deliver it for me, I only trust you, my friend."

Xin Zhao nodded solemnly and fastened the cylinder to his belt.

"To whom?"

"Captain of the Demon Searchers." Jarvan III raised a finger with an unusually solemn expression.

"Don't let his servants collect it for you. You must give it to him with your own hands."

Xin Zhao nodded: "The mission will be accomplished, as long as the streets are cleared and the whereabouts of the fugitives are found out."

"No!" Jiawen III said immediately.

"I want you to go now."

Xin Zhao is in a dilemma. He swore allegiance to King Jarvan and has never disobeyed an order since then, and has done so for twenty years.

"This is my duty. I want to protect you, Your Majesty."

Jarvan III rubbed his eyes, suddenly looking tired.

"Your duty is to protect Demacia."

"You are the king!" Xin Zhao said, "You are Demacia!"

"Demacia is greater than any king!" Jarvan III said sternly: "It is useless to say more, I have made my decision."

Xin Zhao's instincts were screaming, warning of danger, but his sense of duty silenced him.

"According to the order."

He bowed, turned and walked out of the room.

This was the memory of Xin Zhao when he left that night, and it was also the first time he left Jarvan III's side in a dangerous moment.

"uncle?"

Prince Jiawen's words brought back Xin Zhao's thoughts.

Xin Zhao looked over and saw Prince Jiawen standing up behind the desk.

He found that Prince Jiawen was no longer a child, and had grown taller than him. At the same time, his eyes were red and blue.

This made Xin Zhao realize that he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep.

"His Royal Highness."

Xin Zhao knelt on one knee and bowed his head deeply.

Prince Jarvan said nothing, just stood there, looking down at Xin Zhao, breathing heavily.

Of course he and Xin Zhao are not blood relatives.

But as early as twenty years ago, not long after Xin Zhao began serving the king, the prince began to call him "uncle".

Jiawen was just a child at the time, and no one corrected him.

At first, the king just found it interesting, but over the years, Xin Zhao's relationship with the royal family has become as close as blood relatives, and he also regards the king's son as his own.

"I'm sorry." Xin Zhao still lowered his head.

Prince Jiawen's eyes were bloodshot and he clenched his fists, wanting to accuse something angrily.

In the end, he loosened his fist in vain.

"why?"

"I failed him," Xin Zhao said slowly, in a weak voice, "I failed you too."

"I should have been there."

Prince Jiawen rubbed his eyes and suppressed his inner emotions. During this meeting, he discovered some clues.

"Did you disobey the king's order?" Prince Jiawen's tone was slightly solemn.

"No, you won't do that, uncle."

"What did my father send you to do?"

The way Xin Zhao looked at Prince Jarvan was very similar to King Jarvan that night.

Then, he slowly opened his mouth and recounted what happened that night one by one.

"Where's the letter? Where's the letter that father asked you to send?" Prince Jiawen said in a hurry after hearing this.

"Where now?"

He had no doubts about Xin Zhao, just as his father believed in him.

He would also trust Xin Zhao.

"Still on me." Xin Zhao said, taking off the hard leather tube from his belt and presenting it.

Prince Jiawen took it, opened the lid, and flattened the kraft paper inside.

His eyes jumped between the lines of his father's words.

Xin Zhao saw Jiawen's expression harden, then he clenched his hands and crumbled the letter, as if he wanted to strangle someone to death, and finally handed the letter back to Xin Zhao.

"Ruined it," Jarvan said.

Xin Zhao looked at him in surprise, then put the letter on the candle and burned it.

An atmosphere of silence filled the study room.

Prince Jiawen looked at the white stone ball on the table, his voice extremely solemn.

"Uncle, I want to inherit the throne of king and control the parliament."

"This is my honor!" Xin Zhao bowed and saluted.

"Then, let's go!"

Outside the study, dawn broke.

The bright golden light of dawn shines on the dome of Dawn Castle, dyeing the pale stone surface golden.

Prince Jarvan and Xin Zhao crossed the palace and walked towards the Silver Council Hall, where many nobles were present.

The palace and the council chamber were crowded with soldiers.

The Kingdom of Demacia's ace army, the Fearless Vanguard Legion, has been arranged to assist in the defense of Dawn Castle.

They were scattered at every door, highly alert and disciplined.

Prince Jiawen's expression is firm and resolute, his kingly demeanor fully revealed.

Wherever they passed, everyone knelt down and bowed.

They did not slow down and walked forward resolutely until they briefly stopped in front of the door of the Silver Council Hall.

Then Prince Jiawen nodded slightly to the palace guards on both sides, and the door to the council chamber opened.

All the people sitting in front of the long marble conference table had different expressions on the arrival of Prince Jiawen.

But in the end they all stood up and bowed to Prince Jiawen.

Prince Jiawen ignored everyone and came to the main seat with Xin Zhao.

On one side is Grand Marshal Tiana Crownguard, with stern eyes. On the other side is the recipient of the king's secret message, Captain Eldred of the Demon Seekers.

"Let the meeting begin!"

Prince Jiawen looked around at everyone and spoke in a solemn voice.

(End of this chapter)